When I write for the blog, the words have recently started out in a note taking application called “Obsidian”.

I fell down an internet rabbit hole this week.

Everybody else went to bed some time ago.

As the weekend ebbs away and a new week approaches, you find me sitting in the junk room, listening to music, and attempting to shut the rest of the world out for at least a little while.

After several days of seemingly endless struggling, I started to make progress today.

Today marked the beginning of perhaps a long journey into the unknown – learning something entirely new – or new to me at least.

I asked an artificially intelligent machine learning algorithm to draw a concept art character of a 50 year old software developer sitting in a room full of old computer hardware (so essentially, a pretend alter-ego of myself).

While sitting here in the dark of the junk room, bathed in the light of lamps that stand on either end of the desk, a server farm somewhere is having a quiet heart attack – having received every blog post I’ve written since 2003.

Do you ever get to the end of the weekend, and wonder not only where it went, but also what you spent it doing?

I’ve been meaning to write something all week – somehow each time I sit down at the computer, something happens to either distract or divert me.